[ Had Laura not noticed? How Kitty's resilience had made the magic disappear for that tiny half-second? All the better; it's not something Kitty wants people knowing about. She wants to be thought of as normal, non-magical, so that if Riftwatch ever gets dissolved she can slip away more easily.
It's strange, being confronted with someone who seems to care not a bit. Who'll talk about her magic this easily. It's a strange sort of courage that Kitty cannot reach. ]
Mm.
[ There's no way they'd hurt me. But all the same, she pulls her hand back. ]
[Laura has seen all kinds of strange things in her life, many of them at least tangentially related to her claws. This is one more--strange, but not impossible--and it gets filed away for the moment. They don't normally behave as they just did, but they're never quite solid; that Kitty displaced them more than Matthias is something to worry about some other time, if at all.
(Some other time, perhaps, when there are more pieces to fit together in the puzzle of Kitty Jones. Neither of them quite play by the usual rules of Thedosian magic, do they?)
She puts a fingertip lightly on the back of her hand, atop a thin, pale line of scar tissue--one of five, running up into her sleeve. (All the other scars are up there, out of sight.)]
They only hurt to get.
[And that is all she wishes to say about that. The best way to avoid further discussion is to change the subject, so Laura does that with all the grace of a stampeding druffalo.]
[ Even Kitty can take a hint. That abrupt topic change doesn't allow for much resistance. Nor do the hints of old suffering and old misery. Kitty's rather more interested in Laura's story than she is in the cats, admittedly, but to try to stick to what she prefers would just start another fight. So. ]
[That's good enough for Laura. She stands, ready to walk away without another word--but after a step, it occurs to her that Kitty may want to know where it is they're off to.]
They live in the kitchens.
[It might be a silent trip, or they might talk on the way. That's mostly up to Kitty, honestly.]
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Date: 2020-02-16 02:39 pm (UTC)It's strange, being confronted with someone who seems to care not a bit. Who'll talk about her magic this easily. It's a strange sort of courage that Kitty cannot reach. ]
Mm.
[ There's no way they'd hurt me. But all the same, she pulls her hand back. ]
Does it hurt to make them?
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Date: 2020-02-21 05:38 pm (UTC)[Laura has seen all kinds of strange things in her life, many of them at least tangentially related to her claws. This is one more--strange, but not impossible--and it gets filed away for the moment. They don't normally behave as they just did, but they're never quite solid; that Kitty displaced them more than Matthias is something to worry about some other time, if at all.
(Some other time, perhaps, when there are more pieces to fit together in the puzzle of Kitty Jones. Neither of them quite play by the usual rules of Thedosian magic, do they?)
She puts a fingertip lightly on the back of her hand, atop a thin, pale line of scar tissue--one of five, running up into her sleeve. (All the other scars are up there, out of sight.)]
They only hurt to get.
[And that is all she wishes to say about that. The best way to avoid further discussion is to change the subject, so Laura does that with all the grace of a stampeding druffalo.]
I can show you the kittens. One might like you.
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Date: 2020-02-22 02:49 am (UTC)[ Even Kitty can take a hint. That abrupt topic change doesn't allow for much resistance. Nor do the hints of old suffering and old misery. Kitty's rather more interested in Laura's story than she is in the cats, admittedly, but to try to stick to what she prefers would just start another fight. So. ]
I doubt it. But sure, we can try.
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Date: 2020-02-23 03:59 am (UTC)They live in the kitchens.
[It might be a silent trip, or they might talk on the way. That's mostly up to Kitty, honestly.]